I was so intent on calling Mom I missed the fact I wasn't alone when I slipped in the garden doors.

"You're out late." Mrs. Morgan perched on the edge of her expensive sofa, a glass of wine in one hand.

What was I supposed to say? Your crazy maid hit me over the head and took me to her secret society hang out because I used to be a witch? I didn't think even she was drunk enough for that.

"Um..." I had always been a bad liar. "Just needed some air." Case in ...